Meewife's wife wakes to the soft glow of dawn, her body yearning for more than the comfort of her bed. She leaves her husband's side, her heart pounding in anticipation. The bathroom mirror reflects her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils as she runs her hands over her body, her breath hitching. The shower runs, the water's warmth mirroring the heat within her. She leans against the wall, her fingers exploring her wet folds, her moans barely contained. The thought of her husband's touch, his taste, his thickness inside her sends waves of pleasure through her. She rides her hand, her body tensing as she nears her peak, her cries of release filling the room.